Kiss The Ring
It Ain't Exactly What You Planned
Frank's POV
**alarm clock starts buzzing**
I force my eyes open and turn off my alarm. Fuck, back to 6:00am mornings. Great. I drag myself outta bed and walk into my bathroom. This year is gonna suck, just like it always does.
I hear my phone vibrating on my nightstand, a text from Gee saying he'll be here in ten. I throw it down on my bed and finish getting dressed. Black skinny jeans, a red v-neck tshirt, and my favorite worn pair of Chucks. I lined my eyes with a small layer of eyeliner, grabbed my shit and headed downstairs.
"Morning baby. Want some coffee?", my mom asks already making it.
"Yeah, but I gotta take it with. Gee's here." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked out to the driveway.
"What's up asshole?" Mikey grins and punches me in my leg. "Ready for this years shit show?"
"Oh yeah. As ready as I'll ever be." sounding as unamused as I could. It'll be a shit show alright and I have a feeling it'll be bigger than the last one.
Gerard looks in his rear view mirror at me with a raised brow. "What's up your ass this time, pretty boy?", he smirks. He knows I hate it when he calls me that.
I just roll my eyes and continue looking out the window. Lets just get today over with already.
Gerard's POV
Frank's in his feelings again, but it's like this every year. He'll be fine after a while. I pull into my normal parking spot and see Ray, Bob, Jamia, and Taylor standing at the smoke deck.
"What's going on fucktard!?", I scream at Ray and almost tackle him. I feel like I haven't seen him in forever because his parents always force him to get a summer job.
He lets out an "oof" and tackles me back, but he actually got me to the ground. "I heard your new name is the Puking Fairy, so you can call me fucktard any day.", he gets up and can barely stand because he's laughing so hard. Soon enough everyone else joins him.
"Fuck all of you, alright?" I giggle as I light my death stick. I take a drag and see a dark haired female walk past us. She's a new one.
A waving hand breaks my stare, "Helloooo!", Taylor squeaks. "We're waiting on you." I notice the rest of the guys slowly start heading to the doors of hell.
"Yeah, yeah let's go." I throw my bag back over my shoulder and look at my schedule. Art first period. Perfect.
We all salute each other as we go our separate ways. Art has always been my favorite class because its the only time of day where I'm able to successfully clear my mind. I barely walk into the door before the bell rings and head to my usual seat.
"First off, welcome back. I'm sure you had a legit summer." Ms. Pier was my favorite teacher. She didn't give a fuck about all the rules and shit most teachers bug about. "I don't have much of a plan for today so just take out your sketchbooks and freestyle while I take roll."
I stare at my blank page and run my hand through my hair. I put my charcoal pencil to the sketch book and start drawing the outline of a beautiful woman. More specifically the ebony haired one I saw this morning. I glanced at her for no more than ten seconds, why am I so stuck on this girl?
The bell breaks my train of thought and I pack up my stuff. I want to know who she is and find out why I'm so mesmerized by her. I walk out to the hall and see Frank waiting for me.
"Hey dude. Do you remember that girl this morning?", he looks at me puzzled. He was probably too tied up in his own girlfriend. "Nevermind." I always had a slight envy of Frank. His relationships always seemed to go so well for him, as for me, I can't seem to stay interested. I always get bored, so I just break up with them with no reasoning. I couldn't tell you how many girls hate me now, but lets say I'm surprised there's not a cult against me. Yet that is.
"Someone caught Gee's eye, huh?", Frank elbowed me in my rib. "It's usually the other way around. Who is she?"
If only I could tell you. "That's the thing, I have no idea. I've never seen her before.", I say with my head down, watching my feet as I'm walking. I realize it's a terrible habit when I feel books hit my chest. I stumbled back and immediately apologize. I bend down to help them pick up everything and look up at their face hoping it was no one I knew.
It's her.
**alarm clock starts buzzing**
I force my eyes open and turn off my alarm. Fuck, back to 6:00am mornings. Great. I drag myself outta bed and walk into my bathroom. This year is gonna suck, just like it always does.
I hear my phone vibrating on my nightstand, a text from Gee saying he'll be here in ten. I throw it down on my bed and finish getting dressed. Black skinny jeans, a red v-neck tshirt, and my favorite worn pair of Chucks. I lined my eyes with a small layer of eyeliner, grabbed my shit and headed downstairs.
"Morning baby. Want some coffee?", my mom asks already making it.
"Yeah, but I gotta take it with. Gee's here." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked out to the driveway.
"What's up asshole?" Mikey grins and punches me in my leg. "Ready for this years shit show?"
"Oh yeah. As ready as I'll ever be." sounding as unamused as I could. It'll be a shit show alright and I have a feeling it'll be bigger than the last one.
Gerard looks in his rear view mirror at me with a raised brow. "What's up your ass this time, pretty boy?", he smirks. He knows I hate it when he calls me that.
I just roll my eyes and continue looking out the window. Lets just get today over with already.
Gerard's POV
Frank's in his feelings again, but it's like this every year. He'll be fine after a while. I pull into my normal parking spot and see Ray, Bob, Jamia, and Taylor standing at the smoke deck.
"What's going on fucktard!?", I scream at Ray and almost tackle him. I feel like I haven't seen him in forever because his parents always force him to get a summer job.
He lets out an "oof" and tackles me back, but he actually got me to the ground. "I heard your new name is the Puking Fairy, so you can call me fucktard any day.", he gets up and can barely stand because he's laughing so hard. Soon enough everyone else joins him.
"Fuck all of you, alright?" I giggle as I light my death stick. I take a drag and see a dark haired female walk past us. She's a new one.
A waving hand breaks my stare, "Helloooo!", Taylor squeaks. "We're waiting on you." I notice the rest of the guys slowly start heading to the doors of hell.
"Yeah, yeah let's go." I throw my bag back over my shoulder and look at my schedule. Art first period. Perfect.
We all salute each other as we go our separate ways. Art has always been my favorite class because its the only time of day where I'm able to successfully clear my mind. I barely walk into the door before the bell rings and head to my usual seat.
"First off, welcome back. I'm sure you had a legit summer." Ms. Pier was my favorite teacher. She didn't give a fuck about all the rules and shit most teachers bug about. "I don't have much of a plan for today so just take out your sketchbooks and freestyle while I take roll."
I stare at my blank page and run my hand through my hair. I put my charcoal pencil to the sketch book and start drawing the outline of a beautiful woman. More specifically the ebony haired one I saw this morning. I glanced at her for no more than ten seconds, why am I so stuck on this girl?
The bell breaks my train of thought and I pack up my stuff. I want to know who she is and find out why I'm so mesmerized by her. I walk out to the hall and see Frank waiting for me.
"Hey dude. Do you remember that girl this morning?", he looks at me puzzled. He was probably too tied up in his own girlfriend. "Nevermind." I always had a slight envy of Frank. His relationships always seemed to go so well for him, as for me, I can't seem to stay interested. I always get bored, so I just break up with them with no reasoning. I couldn't tell you how many girls hate me now, but lets say I'm surprised there's not a cult against me. Yet that is.
"Someone caught Gee's eye, huh?", Frank elbowed me in my rib. "It's usually the other way around. Who is she?"
If only I could tell you. "That's the thing, I have no idea. I've never seen her before.", I say with my head down, watching my feet as I'm walking. I realize it's a terrible habit when I feel books hit my chest. I stumbled back and immediately apologize. I bend down to help them pick up everything and look up at their face hoping it was no one I knew.
It's her.
Notes
Sorry if the chapters are too long! I just get carried away :pGood news is that I think I finally have an idea for the story line!
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